Yah yah bitch, back up off me You don't know me, I'm too clean, I'm too holy, bitch I'm godly I only go for real niggas who don't brag bout what they bought me Cause they know I got a bag, gotta fuck me up some commas If I fuck and make you cum, you got to promise not to stress me Don't be blowing up my phone and don't be leaving voice messages Said I can do you right, I'll do you better than your exes I told that nigga to stop it, he was talking out his necklace See the difference is with me, I never needed niggas, ever I'll leave em where I met em, I ain't tripping off no extra Goons in the cut try to talk you out your necklace If you ever disrespect me, pussy, don't be disrespectful I said woo, I said I know, I know, I know He heard about me, he was waiting on me at the door I said woo, yeah that mink all on the floor Used to bust his shit at skating, 6 to 9, come in at 4 We got glow sticks for you ho chicks, bitch don't act like you don't know this I'm very antisocial, social network ain't my motion (I don't move like that) I sure know emotions, niggas, bitches is disgusting Bananas with the Trojans, pop that pussy for a legend
[Chorus - DeJ Loaf:] I said woo, I said I know, I know, I know I said bitch back up off me I said woo, I said bitch back up off me I said woo... get this nigga man I said whoa, yah yah, bitch back up off me I said whoa whoa, yah yah, bitch back up off me I said whoa whoa, yah yah, bitch back up off me I said whoa whoa, yah yah, bitch back up off me Back up off me, back up off me, I said bitch back up off me Back up off me, back up off me, I said bitch back up off me Back up off me, back up off me, I said bitch back up off me I said... back up off me, I said bitch back up off me
[Verse 2 - Big Sean:] Back up off me, they want my backs in coffins Gets so cold in the D and they still wanna take my jacket off me Back when I couldn't afford to get it mixed and mastered, homie My mama fronted me that money so it's no backup, homie Bitch so back up off me Bank account look like a ballot, homie, yeah it's checked up My niggas packing, you get to tripping, they unpacking, homie Yeah I overdo it, yeah that's tailored, homie Yeah I'm overdressed and ain't no salad on me Me and DeJ together, holy matrimony Oh, it's hard to smile and shit When they ain't free Juan, I got real ones on trial and shit Fuck all my peers unless we talking bout Belle Isle and shit The check is seven figures, I might try and dial the shit And if I fuck and make you cum, don't be blowing up my phone Lately I've been messing with girls who tend to own shit on their own I turn dusk into dawn, turn my chair to a throne Fuck her off in the whip, make her take Uber home Cold to the chromosome, I grew up without a hammock I did everything except panic, feel me? Finally Famous the family And we expanding on the top floor like we tanning She throwing tantrums She gon hold this dick like a Grammy I give her bomb D and do damage, she like
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[Outro - Big Sean & DeJ Loaf:] Yeah that's right mane I said whoa, yah yah For the city Whoa, yah yah, bitch back up off me You got Queen DeJ, Sean Don, straight up (ha ha) It's time to boss up on everything, I'm getting everything